5 Jul 2015
Sleeping in late.
Scared of the darkness in my room.
I'm scared of other things too.
Like not being enough for people.
I wasn't good enough for him but my 'best friend' was.
I wasn't good enough for my dad so now he basically has a new family.
I wasn't nearly good enough for that stupid skater boy.
But it's okay because when I'm standing next to the two best people in the world.
At a concert, at school or anywhere.
It's good because we are all good enough for each other.
Yeah, sometimes we are losers and get angry at each other.
We always get over it.
Anyone trying to make it any different.
You guys suck.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
